Huo Rong's breath at this time was weak, not temporary.

Behind this powerful magical skill, the price that the monks need to pay is also huge.

Only after half a step of my cultivation in the Tribulation Realm and combined with 70% of my body's essence and blood, did I complete the terrifying means.

This made Huo Rong feel extremely sad. Only with the blood of Qincheng and the soul of Qincheng can we make up for the resentment in his heart today.

Facing the golden dragon that was attacking, Huo Rong raised his fingers with resentment on his face, like dead branches.

"Kill you, start by destroying the Taoist elephant immortal art that you are most proud of!"

Fire Rong is under the void with one finger.

Swallowing!

These demons made baby screams and rushed towards the golden dragon.

Faced with the ultimate fire burning outside the dragon's body, these demons were not afraid at all.

When he flew to the dragon, he opened his sharp mouth with sharp teeth and started eating.

The golden dragon was furious, constantly dancing the dragon's tail, and squirted out of its mouth.

It shook off the little ghosts, but could not let them die completely. After these little ghosts retreated, they would rush over again.

Tens of thousands of little ghosts as big as palms surround the golden dragon and keep eating.

The sound of squeaking made the monks who heard it couldn't help but feel cold and their pores stood up.

"What are these little ghosts? They are not even afraid of immortal magic."

Qin Cheng's heart suddenly jumped, and he looked at the little ghosts who were devouring wildly, and a strong sense of danger surged in his heart.

The magic skills Huo Rong used was not only unprecedented, but also extremely powerful.

"This golden dragon is destroyed, and it will be your turn next."

Huo Rong had a ferocious smile on his face. There was no surprise at all about these demons' methods.

After all, that was a secret technique that I had exchanged for humiliation and self-esteem.

More than a hundred years ago, as a genius in the depths of the Northern Region, I embarked on that mysterious journey with a proud heart.

Before this, Huo Rong had always been invincible in the Northern Region, whether it was Shi Siming and others in the Jihuo Sect or the geniuses of other sects and families.

Huo Rong always felt that he was one of the strongest geniuses on the mainland in the world.

But when he got there, along the way, he saw countless geniuses that were no less than him, and even surpassed his, his pride and dignity were gradually wiped out and wiped out.

Within a hundred years, some geniuses have been falling and dead, and some have been unable to bear it and left.

There are many people who are beyond themselves, but Huo Rong can tolerate it and let it be beaten, scolded and humiliated, and would rather live like a dog.

Until a hundred years ago, I was glanced at by the coming strong man.

He was full of joy, hoping to win the favor of that strong man.

However, the strong man only spoke two words coldly to him.

“Too weak.”

Just a glance, Huo Rong was thrown out of that area.

The only thing that has been won by a hundred years is this cold magical merit.

The magical power is nameless and has been deliberately erased.

It seemed as if I was worried that my performance would defile the power of this magic skill.

This is a shame for Huo Rong throughout his life and he never wants to mention it.

When he left, he had the intention to throw away this magic skill to show his arrogance.

But holding the only good breath left, he opened the first page of the magic jade slip, and he could no longer bear to throw it away.

Because this magic skill is too strong, even if the other party treats it as garbage or as a reward for sending it like a dog for a hundred years, it is still stronger than any means of practicing it.

He has practiced this technique as a life-saving technique, but he has never used it.

Because every time I use it, I will recall that unbearable past.

However, in order to kill Qin Cheng, he no longer cared about everything.

"Design the formation? I see what formation you set up to stop the evil ghost's devouring technique!"

Huo Rong looked below coldly, with Qin Cheng, who had a serious expression of the formation pattern, and pointed his hand directly below.

The fire dragon that was eaten away turned into a cloud of smoke and drifted away. Tens of thousands of ghosts screamed again and rushed towards Qincheng wildly.

"Qin King's Body!"

Qincheng's face was in an ancient well, and the shadow of the King of Qin appeared again.

At the same time, on the ground, the formations were communicating and white mist filled with it.

The huge illusory figure hit the little devil with one punch.

However, like the Fire Dragon, these little ghosts will be repelled, but they seem to be never injured and pounce again.

They fell on the ancestor's phantom, and they opened their mouths and bite them like eating a fire dragon.

Weird, these little guys are just too weird.

It is clearly formed by the extremely yin aura, but it is not afraid of the ultimate fire.

There is obviously a physical existence, but you are not afraid of crushing power and will not be hurt.

Qin Cheng's body was in pain, and he raised his eyebrows and flew up suddenly.

The ancestor's phantom is not like a fire dragon. It is an immortal technique he condensed, but is part of his body refining technique.

If the ancestor's phantom is damaged, his body will also be severely damaged.

For example, when the phantom of the Shi family attacked and the phantom shattered, he was originally backfired, but because the phantom changed and turned into countless fragments and merged into his body, he was not seriously injured at that time.

But these little ghosts dare not bet on the changes in the shadow of their ancestors.

The white fog on the ground was rich, and Qincheng suddenly flew up at an extremely fast speed.

Tens of thousands of little ghosts chased after them, like a black cloud, without any disadvantage in speed, followed closely.

"Sword-controlling technique!"

Looking at the little ghosts chasing behind, Qin Cheng waved his hand suddenly.

Since this kind of power-type method is useless, try a sharper one.

The Three Thousand Immortal Swords flew out of the void and turned into three Thousand Long Rainbows, shooting at the little ghost like rain.

Puff puff puff!

Qin Cheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he could clearly see that these sharp fairy swords instantly penetrated the little ghost's body.

However, after traveling through time, the immortal sword did not leave any trace on them.

Those sword marks disappear quickly, as if they do not exist.

"These weird little ghosts are like liquid. The sword can cut off rivers, but when the sword energy disappears, the rivers will merge together again." Qin Cheng frowned.

"Then try again whether you can attack with your soul."

The palms flipped, and the magic whip appeared in his hand, sweeping sharply across the back.

The slender magic whip swept across the sky, and dozens of little ghosts were instantly pulled away.

However, although many little ghosts screamed and flew out this time, the whip did not penetrate their bodies.

And after these little ghosts flew out, they shook their heads, flew out again, and reunited with the large army.

It seems that even if he encounters spiritual attacks, he is still safe and sound.

You know, Huo Yue was whipped by Qin Cheng before, and all of them were so painful that they could not fly, but these little ghosts were unscathed.

Then, Qin Cheng used the Demon Emperor Palm, the Yan Emperor Finger, and even the poison technique, but all of them were useless.

"Where did this Huo Rong learn this strange technique?"

If you can't break, you can't pierce, you can't break it.
Chapter completed!